How Are You?
Episodes 10

Another case with Ayra and also Piter who is busy with company affairs, Azka prefers to spend her day in his painting gallery. No, he's not a painter. He just likes to collect ink scratches on the canvas which is painted with a plitur frame. For the matter of painting on canvas, he can only do a little but if painting on real canvas of course Azka can. Very, very much more than that.

As of this moment, Azka looked busy with a brush in her right hand while her left hand held a paint can. Weit paint cans, for what? Yes, he did paint just that the paint he was wearing looked strange and different, slightly viscous and also smelled pungent in addition to the red color of blood.

With a casual look on her face, Azka began to scratch the pure white canvas before her. Abstract scratches are formed on the canvas, creating a beauty that can only be seen by those who truly love art.

Almost an hour Azka passed in her stillness painting. The look on his face was satisfied when he finished the painting. A big smile spread across his thin lips, making him look like the god Apollo. Shining and charming.

"Ah, it was not in vain that the red liquid from the woman," Azka said with a look of a strange face, there was no longer a big smile on his lips that remained just a wide grin on his lips.

"What time is this?" asked Azka while covering the canvas she had just painted with a white cloth that she had prepared. His amber eyes examined his painting room in the gallery to find the location of the clock he hung.

The amber bead stopped at the right corner of the room precisely above the fireplace, there the clock shaped round berukira hanging slick. The hour hand shows at one o'clock in the afternoon, just as lunchtime ticks.

"Ck, is there still time?" guman Azka stepped towards the bathroom that was indeed in the room.

Azka's right hand seemed to turn on the faucet in the watshafel to make water flow from there. Azka quickly used both hands to wash her face. Water droplets seemed to fall from the chin and also some strands of Azka's hair were accidentally exposed to the water flow watshafel.

The amber bead looked seriously at the reflection of his face in the mirror above the watshafel. A faint wrinkle seemed to stretch across Azka's forehead before a smirk appeared on Azka's lips.

Bughts

"What do you want to fuck!" as Azka said to the figure before him. His amber bead stared at the flame of that golden-mannered figure. His jaw hardened as soon as he heard the ruckus gliding from the lips of the figure he hated the most.

"Azka, Azka Khhh, what I'm doing has nothing to do with you," the figure stared lightly at Azka.

Azka's fists seemed to tighten making blood more flowing dirty the bathroom floor.

"I'm warning you Ares not to mess with Ayra!" exclaimed Azka stared intently at the figure of Ares in front of him.

The figure did not flinch at all so hear the warning that Azka put on him, Ares impressed indifferent.

"No, I'll only do one thing, which is to have Ayra completely!" ares tapped with a grin on his lips, angering Azka even more.

"You!" azka snapped before returning to lash out a punch at the figure standing before her.

Prang

The glass broke, formless cracks, creeping across the clear surface. The amber's eyes seemed to be staring intently at his invisible image clearly in the mirror. Fires of rage flared up in Azka's chest cavity.

"As long as I'm alive then you won't be able to get Ayra, even by being me!" mishik Azka called for his promise. A lifelong promise he will keep and keep.